For years my life had already been an unending downward spiral. Then my grandfather, Jack, gave me an apartment no one knew about. A secret bequest after his death, and the brief note that accompanied the gift sent me running to Italy.
I’d gone to Venice to find peace, knowing I was weak, and instead I found him.
He was magnificent, brilliant, jaded, and white-hot danger. I was consumed by him as I’ve never been by anything or anyone. Vibrant and unrelenting wakefulness burned inside me when he was near.
And he became everything I craved and all I would regret.
She wasn’t the right kind of girl for me. In fact, Khloe was the type that could cost me everything. The bonds on me weren’t shackles a man could break free from. Fucking her was allowed. Wanting her was foolish. Loving her—agony. I knew that. And we would become each other’s most private perfect place, filled with us and desire.
He transformed me.
Khloe nearly ruined me.
Letting go of us was inevitable, even as it tormented me to tear us apart.